I came up with the idea of Drabbling Daily after writing this, so there's no prompt. Enjoy!
The Morning After
I wake up to a throbbing head. Part of it is the hangover, but that’s not all. There’s a sharper pain, on the surface, half hidden in dull numbness.
I try to remember last night. Booze, a girl, check-in at this cheap motel. I look, but there’s no sign of the girl.
As I stand up, I realize that’s not entirely true. There’s an unexpected weight hanging from my chest, and a disconcerting absence between my legs. Already knowing what I’ll find, I reach up and touch the fresh stitches on my head.
Damn. Identity theft is getting ridiculous.
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